Sos since I am the only one that contributes to this piece o' shizzle, I am, I guess, writing this for myself......
In a world where babies giggle, jello shots jiggle, and Tinmer is king, a group of thirty-somethings reign. Each year during the long, clear days of summer, as far back as anyone can remember, they have reeked havoc on a small mountain village in New York state. The local diner fears their obnoxious banter. The glass recycling center south of town hires extra hands for weeks after they buy up all the beer from the Valley Grocery. Locals pray for Labor Day. Vacationing families can only hope their lean-tos aren't the site of raucus debouchery. And one-hit-wonders from the eightees alwas see a boost in record sales.
They are there for love, for friends, for sing-alongs, for johnny-whoops, for gossip, for fishing, for pickling their livers, and for turning this party out in general, yo. And they're multiplying......
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